Mo Qingning's shout not only brought Mo Chuxi's footsteps to a halt, but also made him turn around.
Indeed.
Nothing is more important than Yan Xinxin.
In his heart, she is of paramount importance.
The Old Madame Mo breathed a slight sigh of relief.
If Mo Chuxi went back now, she was truly worried this grandson might just pull a gun and finish off Mo Yongshu.
VIP hospital room.
A quiet moonbeam cast inside.
Mo Chuxi gazed at Yan Xinxin's bloodless, pale face, his heart aching with each throb.
It seemed that since she followed him, trouble has persistently found her.
People constantly surround her, hurting her, bullying her, even waiting for Yan Xinxin's mishaps.
Even her biological mother and brother were no exceptions.
Mo Chuxi leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on Yan Xinxin's pale, dry lips, and raised his hand to softly stroke her sleeping face.
